The past few days have been a whirlwind. Let's start with last week...
Last Tuesday, Aaron had his 2 month checkup. At this appointment, he was only 9lb 6oz (birth weight was 9lb 5oz). His doctor was a bit concerned and scheduled a follow-up the following week. Hurricane Sandy put a kink in things and his appt got canceled (ya know, since it was in the middle of a hurricane). Long story short, we got screwed over by our insurance and had to see a different doctor at a different office (Quantico). At this appt, he was 9lb 9oz. I thought a 3oz gain in a week was good, but boy was I wrong. The doctor was incredibly concerned and after 3 hours at the doctor's office, we were sent to the hospital.
The doctors ran all sorts of tests on his blood and urine, and all came back just fine, thank goodness. Best they can tell, my breastmilk just isn't doin the job. Either I'm not producing enough or it doesn't have enough calories in it; either way, we're now supplementing with formula. After a 2 day/2 night stay at the hospital, we were sent home. He weighed 10lb 4oz at discharge - almost a pound heavier than 2 days prior! The formula is doing wonders for him and he's already starting to chunk up a bit. Oh, and he's on meds to help his spitting up/throwing up, and it's helping a ton.
The downside to all this is he loves bottles now, and not my boobs so much. I'm worried our breastfeeding journey is nearing an untimely end. But I'm ok with it now. He's doing so well with the formula, and it's nice not having that pressure of being the only foodsource. Definitely not giving up, but we'll see what happens.
